Chapter 91: The Second Battle After the Shower, The One Who Sanctions Evil Appears
After realizing this detail, Haruno finally understood.
A high-end hunter often appears in the guise of prey.
She thought she had taken Yoru down by feigning drunkenness.
Unexpectedly, the truth was completely the opposite.
Being able to unclasp her bra instantly with one hand after drinking so much—could this be a simple person?
Unless Yoru had nothing to do and bought bras to practice unclasping with one hand at home every day.
No one should be bored to this extent...
Haruno recalled Yoru's occasional astonishing remarks and his unpredictable personality.
Seems... hard to say.
Haruno turned on the showerhead. The warm water poured over her curvaceous jade body, making her sigh in relief.
Tired, really too tired.
She felt her body had become soft and weak after last night's intense exercise.
A strange thought suddenly arose in Haruno's mind, one she couldn't understand herself and made her want to find a hole to crawl into out of shame.
Is Yoru...
Satisfied?
Anyway, she was quite satisfied.
No, it should be said, extremely satisfied.
Haruno hadn't had such experience before and wasn't sure if her performance matched Yoru's strength as an opponent.
A truly hearty battle should be one where both sides are evenly matched to be enjoyable.
Haruno's feeling right now verified that classic line.
I'm sorry, Yoru-sama.
I couldn't make you use your full strength. (Note: JJK Reference).
"Me last night..."
Thinking of herself wrapping her arms around Yoru's neck and whispering nakedly shameful words in his ear, Haruno couldn't help but cover her face with both hands.
"How many shameful things did I say..."
After showering, Haruno realized she overlooked one thing.
She forgot to bring a change of clothes.
What to do?
Walk out like this and find clothes in the wardrobe while Yoru was still in the room?
Over my dead body. That's too embarrassing.
Haruno pursed her lips tightly. Finally, she made up her mind, opened the bathroom door a crack, and whispered cautiously.
"Yoru?"
"What's up?"
"Um... can you bring me a set of clothes? Just the casual wear on top in the suitcase."
"No problem."
After Yoru brought the clothes, Haruno extended her slender white jade hand to take them through the crack in the door, revealing only a small part of her cheek. Like a child caught doing something bad, she whispered with a flushed face.
"Um... that, have you showered?"
Yoru smiled meaningfully.
"Why? Want to invite me to join?"
Haruno tucked her wet black hair behind her ear and suddenly figured it out.
If he's not afraid, what am I afraid of?
Who takes advantage of whom is still uncertain.
Thinking of this, Haruno revealed a generous smile, covered her lips, and chuckled lightly.
"Then do you want to come wash together?"
Facing this situation, Yoru naturally wouldn't be shy and blushing like a Japanese gentle (Yasashi) male protagonist.
His choice could be summarized in one sentence.
Hesitation is defeat.
Soon, Haruno paid the price for her easy provocation.
For the first time in her life, she sat on the marble sink counter for such a long time.
It was also the first time she knew that kneeling on floor tiles and lowering her body for a long time would leave red marks on her knees.
....
"No... not inside anymore."
"Then where?"
"Anywhere except inside."
"Alright."
....
Five minutes later.
Haruno opened the hotel toothbrush, rinsed her mouth, and brushed her teeth carefully. Looking at her messy hair again, her face was full of exhaustion.
She learned her lesson.
If she continued to provoke...
She might really die from... that.
...
When Haruno finished washing up and walked out of the hotel gate with Yoru, it was almost 10:00 AM.
She checked her phone and found a missed call from her mother.
Haruno glanced at Yoru beside her, hesitated, and finally put the phone back into her pocket.
It was okay to call back later.
"I'm a bit hungry."
Having been busy all night, Haruno was already starving.
Seeing a snack shop by the street, she actively took Yoru's arm and smiled.
"Let's go, my treat."
The two stepped inside and saw only one table of guests in the shop.
After all, this time wasn't peak dining hours.
A young man with brown hair wearing a white shirt sat there, back to the door, face unseen.
Sitting opposite him was a cute girl who looked like a junior high student.
The girl was puffing up her cheeks, poking the soup dumpling in her bowl with chopsticks as if venting anger, muttering softly.
"Dad is really too much. We finally came to Kyoto and could wander around as a family, but he hasn't come back since yesterday morning, saying work is busy again. Hmph."
"Sayu, you have to understand Father's difficulties."
The young man's voice was gentle, carrying a charm that made people relax unconsciously.
"You know Father's job is special; it's not just us and Mom who need him."
"Hmph."
The girl obviously looked unconvinced and stuck out her tongue.
"Brother, you always make excuses for him. No wonder, after all, you are the son he is proud of, and he is the father you admire. Mom and I aren't important at all."
"Alright, stop complaining."
The young man reached out and patted the girl's head, his voice carrying a smile.
"To compensate you, didn't I treat you to delicious food out of my own pocket? We can ask Father to accompany us after his work is done; we are staying in Kyoto for a few days anyway."
"Hmph, who wants to wait for him."
Although the girl said that, her mood was obviously much better, and she started eating the meal in front of her.
Haruno didn't pay attention to them at all, just looking at the menu on the wall and ordering with interest.
But Yoru's eyes fluctuated imperceptibly upon hearing the name "Sayu." (Note: Yagami Sayu, Light's sister).
"Ordered. Let's sit."
Haruno took Yoru's arm and sat at the table to the right of the siblings.
The distance between the brown-haired boy and Yoru was only an aisle less than two meters wide.
Neither of their gazes shifted.
Only the girl named Sayu, seeing Yoru and Haruno sit down, blushed slightly, leaned close to her brother, and whispered.
"Brother, look, what an eye-catching couple."
The brown-haired boy smiled.
"Don't discuss others behind their backs. Didn't you want to go to the restroom? Go quickly."
"Oh right, I forgot."
After the girl stood up and left, Yoru looked at Haruno who kept stealing glances at her phone, pursing her lips, looking hesitant, and chuckled lightly.
"Is it your mother's call? Since the food hasn't been served yet, go return it. Also, tell her about the conditions we reached."
Hearing him say so, Haruno nodded and smiled.
"Alright then, I'll go out to make a call and come back soon."
Walking to the door, Haruno added.
"Don't steal food while I'm away. I remember clearly what I ordered."
"Sure (Chi Chu)."
After Haruno also walked out, only Yoru and the brown-haired boy were left in the shop.
Light sounds of cutlery colliding came from the kitchen.
The atmosphere suddenly became inexplicably tense, like a tightened bowstring, making a buzzing sound in the ears.
Contrary to this tense atmosphere was complete silence.
The brown-haired boy didn't turn his head, still staring at the meal in front of him, and spoke softly.
"Release your resentment, Emperor Sutoku."
As the brown-haired boy's voice fell, a monster with a golden body but eyes emitting evil black light, wings on its back, looking like the legendary Great Tengu, appeared instantly.
Its sharp claws quickly probed towards Yoru's face.
Facing this sudden attack, Yoru just placed the teacup in his hand gently on the table and said two words faintly.
"Come out."
As his voice fell, the gigantic Pale Ghost Hand appeared again, grabbing the Tengu-like monster directly in its palm.
But unlike ordinary evil spirits and monsters.
The two sharp claws of the Tengu monster also pierced into the index and middle fingers of the Pale Ghost Hand, resisting with brute force, preventing the Ghost Hand from closing all five fingers.
Stalemate for four or five seconds; neither side advanced.
A smile appeared on the brown-haired boy's lips, and he called softly.
"Come back."
Accompanied by his voice, the Tengu monster disappeared instantly.
Yoru also recalled the Pale Ghost Hand.
Both turned sideways simultaneously. Since Yoru entered the shop, their gazes finally met for the first time.
The brown-haired boy looked very handsome, even beautiful.
Even sitting, one could tell he was tall, only slightly shorter than Yoru.
Although he wore an approachable smile that made people feel good unconsciously, his eyes carried a confidence that everything was under control.
"Let me introduce myself, my name is..."
Before he could finish, Yoru returned a smile.
"Yagami Light."
Hearing him directly call out his name, Light's smile remained, but his vigilance increased a bit. He smiled.
"May I ask your name?"
"Miyamizu Mitsuha." (Note: Your Name reference).
"Ah?"
Hearing this extremely feminine name, Light froze for a moment. After reacting, he realized his performance was a bit rude and could only smile awkwardly.
"Um... well... has an elegant temperament."
Yoru was as blunt as ever.
"I say, if you really have no words, no need to force a compliment. It's awkward."
Light's smile gradually stiffened.
He really didn't expect that after coming to Kyoto, he would encounter a boy he felt was of the same kind in such a coincidental way in such a shop.
Light's initial attack was just to test if the other party was a spirit medium.
Of course, current Light wasn't the Kira who treated human life like grass yet.
If his guess was wrong, then without Emperor Sutoku choosing to manifest actively, the attack would only pass through the ordinary person without causing any harm.
Light originally thought that a person with power equal to his should have a conceited, aloof, or even taciturn personality keeping strangers away.
But just in the first round of conversation, he was hit by abstractness.
Light didn't underestimate Yoru sitting opposite him because of this.
Anyway, the opponent's power was equal to his...
No, judging from the detail that the opponent summoned Soul Manifestation but didn't call out the True Name of the soul just now.
This black-haired, black-eyed boy who looked the same age as him was even better than him in the use of Soul Manifestation.
At this time, Yoru maintained his nonchalant lazy appearance, but his heart relaxed.
Good, good.
Not afraid that you, Yagami Light, have ability.
Just afraid that you kid have ability but don't use it, hiding trump cards from me here.
Since you showed your Soul Manifestation, I'm relieved.
Emperor Sutoku was the head of the Four Great Vengeful Spirits of Sakura Prefecture.
Judging from the confrontation just now, the power of Light's Soul Manifestation was worthy of this name.
Yoru made a rough judgment.
Emperor Sutoku's combat power was roughly Miko's Hyakume plus Rio's Hone-Onna multiplied by 0.8, barely able to stalemate with the Pale Ghost Hand.
Yoru wasn't wary because of this.
The Pale Ghost Hand was just one of his abilities.
There was also the Pitch-Black Ghost Hand, The End of the Eight Million.
And his most trump card, also his most frequently used card.
Himself, the Number One Exorcist of Kyoto (Physical).
Of course.
Yoru introducing himself as Miyamizu Mitsuha just now wasn't just for memeing.
He wanted to see if Light appearing here today was a coincidence or premeditated.
Conclusion:
Can't judge yet.
As expected of the man aspiring to become the God (Kami) of the New World, his micro-expression control was excellent. Even if some flaws were revealed, Yoru had to consider if Light was using superb acting skills to mislead him reversely.
Direct logic, reverse logic, and reverse-reverse logic—infinite nesting dolls.
While Yoru was trying to figure out Light, Light was also trying to figure out him.
Light had many questions in his heart.
Is the person in front of me the mysterious person in the Kyoto Municipal Kindergarten incident?
If so, what is his purpose?
If not, is there any connection between him and that mysterious person?
Are those "Doors" appearing in Kyoto, invisible to ordinary people, created by him?
How much does he know about the ability of Soul Manifestation?
And the most important and most dreaded thing for Light.
Yoru called out his name directly—did he investigate intelligence about him in advance?
After gaining the ability of Soul Manifestation, Light thought he did everything seamlessly without leaving any flaws.
Does the opponent possess some ability to gather intelligence?
Even if beaten to death, Light wouldn't know.
He planned meticulously, using visiting his father as a reasonable excuse to come to Kyoto from Tokyo.
Result: Days ago, he was spoiled by a white-haired old lady with Tarot cards.
Godmother made a great contribution.
Of course, this was also Yoru's cheat as a transmigrator.
Anyone else wouldn't be able to connect the vague clues of Justice, Judgement, and Death Tarot cards to Yagami Light.
"I say, Light."
Yoru stood up, walked to sit beside Light, put his arm around his shoulder, acting very familiar.
"So you came to Kyoto this time and even tested me; what exactly for?"
Light had never met someone as elusive as Yoru and seemed a bit unadapted. He could only smile awkwardly.
"Miyamizu-san, actually I didn't mean anything else, but I want to confirm one point first."
Light looked straight into Yoru's eyes and said word by word.
"Is the rumored Kamen Rider who killed all the gun-wielding kidnappers in the Kyoto Municipal Kindergarten incident you?"
At this moment, Yoru felt as if a branch option popped up in front of him.
There was also a reminder in parentheses.
(Ding! Please choose carefully. This option will determine the future relationship development with Yagami Light)
Yagami Light's father, Soichiro Yagami, was the Police Criminal Investigation Bureau Chief.
Although Soichiro Yagami made a wise choice in the Onimaru Kunitsuna incident and provided assistance.
To be honest, the relationship between the two wasn't Batman and Commissioner Gordon.
At least, not yet.
Anyone else, considering this relationship, wouldn't possibly tell Light the truth.
But for Yoru, this was simply a giveaway question.
"Correct, it was exactly what I (Zhen - Royal We) did."
Hearing his abstract self-address, Light looked a bit dumbfounded.
But immediately after, he extended his right hand with a smile.
"In that case, other things aren't important anymore. You and I are companions working hard to change this increasingly rotten world."
Yoru returned a smile and shook Light's hand.
At this moment, he could finally confirm.
Sitting in front of him was Yagami Light who wanted to sanction evil.
Not Kira who wanted to become the God of the New World, broke his own principles, and was confused by the support of followers.
Change this increasingly rotten world?
I don't have such a goal; I just did such behavior incidentally.
Although it was their first meeting, Light felt that this boy named Miyamizu Mitsuha was the only person in this world who could understand him.
He believed the other party was trustworthy.
After all, the other party knew his name, meaning he had investigated him in advance.
Light guessed that the other party investigated not him, but his father, Soichiro Yagami, the Kyoto Police Criminal Investigation Bureau Chief.
Knowing this relationship, how could a normal person pretend to be an identity considered a criminal in the eyes of the police?
This was completely illogical.
The only explanation was that the other party was telling the truth.
In Light's eyes, Yoru's decision in the Kyoto Municipal Kindergarten incident wasn't a crime at all.
But like him, justice sanctioning evil.
After awakening the ability of Soul Manifestation, Light had killed people.
And quite a few.
He killed those criminals in Tokyo.
For example, criminals who couldn't be judged due to insufficient evidence.
For example, villains committing crimes in the dark corners of the city.
In Light's eyes, the main function of Soul Manifestation wasn't to fight those evil spirits in Tokyo that didn't cause much impact on human life.
But silent sanction without leaving any traces.
Only the evil that needed to be sanctioned would see, before dying, the justice that wasn't recognized by the world but belonged only to him and which he firmly believed in.
Head of the Four Great Vengeful Spirits, Emperor Sutoku.